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bellatrix

phi, curious, no relations

The world was a big place for a petite fae to explore, especially for one in particular- one who was shy and self-conscious, but also curious and open to the world. This fae was named Bellatrix. The she-wolf didn't particularly like living near a volcano, but she tried to make the good of it, considering that it was one of mother-nature's creations- as mother nature has created the good in life for her, too.

Bellatrix was patrolling the pack's boarders, as ordered by her alpha. She didn't understand why he would choose the smallest wolf in the pack to do such a thing, for how could she fend off a predator being so petite? Bella was thinking about this as she trotted along the edge of Spitfires' territory, her eyes alert and glancing around. A small grin curved her face as she kicked up some ash on the ground as she trotted forward- it was like a soft blanket coating the forest floor. She looked up at the barren trees around her, thinking about if they ever had lush, green leaves growing from their branches before the volcano woke up from its dormancy.

Bellatrix let out a short snort as she awoke from her daydreams, realizing that she was off of pack territory when she tripped over a tree root rising up above the ground in her path. Ears pinned and fur covered with dusty ash, she lifted herself up off of the forest floor. She wasn't very far from her territory, but it bothered her, since loners could be prowling around.

Bella frowned now, lowering her head and tucking in her tail. She liked to explore, but not in the dark woods where threatening wolves and fierce animals could be lurking. Letting out a loud and quick howl, the fae waited, hoping that a pack member would return her call.

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zircon

alpha male, content, no relations

A large brute awoke from his den, his eyes snapping open and lips curved into a snarl from a bad dream. The male was laying on his side, for his den was too low to stand up in. It was a large, rocky den, constructed next to a tall, leafless tree. This brute was the alpha of Spitfire Pack, living near an active volcano. Like Bellatrix, he hated living near the volcano, but he didn't see the good of it. His name was Prince Zircon.

Zircon rolled onto his other side, facing the opening of his den. The brute pulled himself out of it, stretching his long, sturdy legs as he stood up. He looked up at the dark clouds in which a drizzle of rain was falling from. Growling under his breath, Prince Zircon pinned his ears to his skull, annoyed at the horrible weather. "'Always raining," the alpha snorted, shaking his fur. Ash flew from it, as it seemed to always coat his fur.

After stretching, Zircon explored the camp, doing his daily routine of checking if everything is alright. Everything appeared to be, except for the pile of prey, which was getting short. Zircon's muscles were tense and showing through his thick fur- he sighed, knowing that some of the pack members would have to take a not-so-short trip up to the hunting grounds. He would gladly lead them, but he felt like he just led them a few days ago. Life was tense for him, hear, near the volcano. He loved his pack and would do anything for them, but the volcano was a downside for them.

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➵Fae➵Tagged: X➵Subordinate➵Crushing on Zander➵Location: Camp➵
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Piper's beautiful black fur blew slightly in the wind as she stood, staring at the empty rain as it fell onto the ground. Another sleepless night, she was usually awake at dawn. She looked around, ears perked, dark amber eyes glinting dully in the sun's dim light. Nothing. She looked away, standing up.

Piper had nothing to do, nothing to think of doing. She guessed she would just see what Zicron forced her to do later. She didn't really care, and she just went along with anything the Alpha or Beta told her, but she knew someday they wouldn't dare to push her around.

The black-furred fae looked around, then up at the cloudy sky. She sighed, breathing out a puff of smoke in the chilly Autumn air.

[Cyphron]

White Fang

The simplicity of being forgotten and unknown....

I am~ "Wandering among the forest."
My current emotion~ "Apathetic."
My relationship status~ "Solitary is my only companion."

Cold whisps of air rustled the stealthily brute's pelt as he move quietly among the forest, weaving through the trees and sticking to shadows away from notice. The loner was aware of the fact that he was close to pack territory, though like he always does he stood close to the border line, not crossing it into the pack's territory but staying in no man's land. The wind was not in his favor and was blowing his scent down towards the pack wolves, which in White Fang's calculation knew that they would pick it up soon and investigate. Though since he never crossed over the border his scent would only be faint and difficult to track. With hollow eyes he scanned the trees ahead of him that laid on forbidden land. He was aware of the consequences if he passed the borderline and he was going to respect the pack wolves if they returned the favor.

Lowering his head close to the ground his body followed, lightly grazing the ground with his belly fur. He eyed the borderline with a certain stony gleam, the hunger clawing away at him noticeable to all. With the herd of deer he had followed a season ago moving into the pack's territory, White Fang was aware that he wouldn't last long unless he got some food soon. Prey hardly ever stood long in no man's land and most of it was over the borderline and the brute had never crossed over to pack territory in his entire life and he wasn't going to start now. So it was all up to his decision, cross and hope for the best, or abort and carry on in no man's land; hoping for some prey to turn up. Chuckling lightly to himself, the large brute shook his head knowing that none of those options would ever work. Rising up to his full height he slunk deeper into the shadows and stayed put just a few ways from the borderline. Watching and waiting. Ears twitching the brute froze when he heard a twig snap and his eyes traveled towards the bushes right in the middle of line. A rabbit stood close to bushes before crossing over the line into his territory. Chest rumbling quietly he stalked forward with his body low to the ground in a hunting crouch. He wasn't going to lose this meal, it wasn't in his plans. Muscles tense and eyes narrowed White Fang took another step, halting to observe the rabbit before leaping.

The rabbit ran and the multi-colored wolf gave pursuit, paws quietly hitting against the ground as he weaved through the trees. Leaping over a bush he swayed into the rabbit' path and slid sideways with his hind legs before his jaws snapped around the prey's neck. Rabbit squirming in his grasp he bit down hard and waited before the ball of fur fell limp. Smirking lightly in satisfaction the brute shook his pelt and trotted off back towards his den that was a good distance from the pack, about a quarter mile. Slinking back into the shadows he moved quietly with precise steps, his paws making no sound as he moved with limber movements. Following the familiar path his ears and eyes remained alert for any other loners as he continued on walking with his prey held tightly in his jaws.